Quick, FLASH the light
Now, STAMP your feet
Three times to the left,
Three times to the right
We SCARE the goblins
We SNARE the pixies
In the still of the night

Georg’ann

Damnit, she’d done it again. Taken the bait, felt the tug, and then the piercing of the hook. No escape possible, just the desperate thrashing.

Now, hours later, Helen stood at the kitchen counter BLOWN away by her inability to navigate the oh so familiar waters. Compulsively eating tortilla chips dipped in a mix of salsa and RANCH dressing, she marveled at the level of ANGER that came so quickly, how perfectly placed the SNARE.

Heather